Also...
Thursday, January 27 at 5:10 PM
I'm a little embarrassed about the number of errors I've found in my last few posts after they've been posted. Of course, I can't help but go back to review/edit/re-edit them if I see something like that.

It just occurred to me a few weeks ago that I might be mildly obsessive-compulsive. That would explain a lot of things...

But here's the song.

I Wandered By A Brookside
Eva Cassidy
From the album, Time After Time

I wandered by a brookside
I wandered by a mill
I could not hear the water
The murmuring it was still
Not a sound of any grasshopper
Nor the chirp of any bird
But the beating of my own heart
Was the only sound I heard

The beating of my own heart
Was the only sound I heard

Then silent tears fast flowing
When someone stood beside
A hand upon my shoulder
I knew the touch was kind
He drew me near and nearer
We neither spoke one word
But the beating of our own two hearts
Was the only sound I heard

The beating of our own two hearts
Was the only sound I heard

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